I’m on Facebook. I rarely log in (as you may have noticed, I haven’t been logging into Blogger very much lately either…) and have my privacy settings ramped up to the max, but it’s a good way to get back in touch with people.
I have one friend from college, who also rarely logs in, who I’ve never lost touch with. We don’t get to hang out much, since he’s off in a sunny, young L.A., but every two weeks or so we’ll talk on the phone, and he’ll get me laughing, because he’s just that kind of guy. I don’t like talking on the phone, but if you have to talk to someone on the phone, he’s your man. As it happens, we’ve both been on Facebook for over a year, and we’re not “friends” after all. LOL.
Every once in a while, one of my Facebook friends will send me an invite: “Be a Vampire Slayer!” or “Poke me back!” or somesuch. And while I did “Become a Fan of Barack Obama!” I generally don’t want an excuse to spend more time staring at a screen, so I hit “Ignore.”
What I do appreciate, though, is this: Really, when someone invites me to slay the undead, what they’re saying is, “Hi! I’m over here, and I haven’t forgotten about you!.” That is something sweet to hear.
I confess, though, that I would rather have tea or drinks or a dance with a friend once a year, than exchange virtual hugs and updates every week. So if I don’t write on your wall, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear from you.